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    Dayton turned to the butler and said, “Let him in.”


    The butler nodded his understanding and quickly left.


    The room grew quiet as everyone waited with bated breath.


    I kept trying to guess what the messenger from the Wizard n wanted.


    Finally, we heard approaching footsteps.


    Not long afterward, a man in a dark robe walked into the room.


    The man was of average build and didn’t look anything special. In fact, if he were in a room with a group of people, no one would pay any attention to him.


    However, I felt a sense of unease when I looked into his eyes.


    They exuded deep cunning.


    His gaze swept around the whole room before he began in a t voice, “My name is Alex Carter, and I am a messenger from the Wizard n.”


    Bryan, who was quick to anger, was already furious at the previous actions of the Wizard n.


    “What is your purpose here?” he demanded, his voice hostile.


    Alex smiled, an attempt at being friendly.


    Although his smile seemed natural, I had a strong feeling that it wasn’t sincere.


    Slowly, he said, “Please be calm. I mean no harm. I’m here to figure out a way we can work together.”


    Dominic, who was the careful one, stared suspiciously at Alex.


    “Working together? That sounds like a good idea,” he said sarcastically.


    Alex seemed to have predicted how we would react, so he shrugged indifferently and said, “The Wizard n’s eldest prince heard about the magic potion that appeared in Marehelm and caused the city to suffer heavy casualties. We do have the antidote to this potion.”


    “What’s the catch then?” yton asked, frowning.


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    Alex smiled and answered, “We’ll give you the antidote on one condition. You must help us find someone.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    Alex’s request hung in the air—find someone. Could his call truly be that straightforward?


    The moment those words left his lips, my mind raced with countless possibilities, each more unsettling than thest.


    Around me, shock registered on everyone’s faces, their expressions mirroring my own internal turmoil.


    Yet from the periphery of my vision, Jett’s countenance caught my attention—a flicker of wariness crossed his features.


    Such a subtle shift would have gone unnoticed had I not been studying him so intently.


    Ever since Alex entered the room, Jett’s demeanor had transformed from his usualposed self into someone visibly on edge, an undercurrent of tension radiating from him.


    What was truly unfolding here?


    Perhaps some secret connection existed between Jett, Alex, and the Wizard n?


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